What kind of love is it this time?
Never certain what you might
Encounter one of these days
On this new little pathway
That she built with the strength of her own hands
Even though she never understands
What it took to take it all away
It’ll be all work, yeah now it’s all play
I stand before the remains of the day
I stand before all the pride and the shame
I count the bricks on the wall of the old school
When no one thought one day you’d become cool
What you build with the strength of your own hands
Is what you better understand
What it took to take it this way
It’ll be all work, darling now it’s all play
I count the bricks on the wall of the old school
When no one thought one day you’d become cool
When no one thought one day you’d become cool
When no one thought one day you’d become cruel
On this sprawling double LP, the South African drummer leads his band through a series of mournful and vibrantly melodic spiritual jazz compositions. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2020